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Jun 17, 2016 15:33:19 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 17, 2016 15:33:19 GMT -6
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The moment she took off running, Shaundi felt immediately guilty for grabbing the head start. Just a little, but enough to make her regret it somewhat. Her competitive nature had gotten the best of her, leading her to jump right into an unnatural advantage. Maybe it was the freedom that she was feeling. Being in a more natural environment, away from the city, renewed some of her spirit. It energized her, made her want to run for hours on end. Her energy wasn’t at one hundred percent though. After having spent some time exploring the site as an ocelot earlier, her body was still feeling some of the stress. Plus, running on two legs again took some time getting used to. There were a few occasions where she found herself tripping over a stick, yet somehow managed to remain ahead of Finn.
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Had she gone too far? Cheated a little too much, or was he letting her win? The former would only increase her guilt further, make her question if she’d been too stupid. If she should have had them start at the same time. Not that she’d ever admit it. That competitiveness in her would only give her a swift kick. She had too much pride to admit she was wrong. Any guilt that she felt would have to be dealt with later.
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Shaundi ended up arriving at the docks first, and immediately she wasted no time taking the sight in while waiting for Finn to arrive. There was something so calming about looking out over the lake, seeing the water shifting as the small waves moved across the surface. The moment she heard Finn arrive behind her, she turned around greeting him with a smile. Barely any time had passed before he had joined her, and whatever small amount of guilt she had felt for cheating returned the second she laid eyes on him. “Nice run, huh.” She greeted in-between breaths. It hadn’t been a long distance, but her legs were still feeling a slight burn.
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Turning to face the lake, she gradually began making her way towards the docks. Silence quickly fell, as she found herself not wanting to talk. She just wanted to enjoy the view, to take it all in. After a few moments passes, Shaundi glanced back to see Finn not too far behind her. She noted briefly how the sun hit his face, how it seemed to his hair and features. No… no. Now wasn’t the time, was it? Feeling her cheeks begin to warm in an early warning that they were turning red, she turned away back toward the lake. The view itself was rather calming. It set her at ease, and made her want to stay there forever. Between the movements of the small waves, and the way the sun’s rays hit the way, it was all hypnotic. A part of her didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay there forever, a familiar feeling that always came whenever she visited the spot.
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Without thinking, she slid off her shoes and pushed them gently to the side of the dock. The wood was rough in parts, but mostly still smooth. Signs that at some periods during the week someone was still maintaining it, either that or it had recently been repaired. “It’s peaceful, isn’t it? I almost want to stay here forever.” Her words were soft, surprisingly gentle, as she continued looking out at the lake. Whatever energy she had had buried itself deep down, while she took the moment to enjoy a moment of solace. But sooner or later the sun would be setting, forcing her leave, to go back into the cabin.
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“I think the sun’s going to set soon. But I want to stay for a bit, just until it gets dark.” It was what she wanted. She wanted to stay, to continue soaking in the view, but if he wanted to head on back she wouldn’t stop him. “I’ll try not to fall in, promise.” A light smile lit her features as she turned back to glance at Finn briefly, her eyes invited him to stick around if he chose.
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Jun 17, 2016 21:06:39 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jun 17, 2016 21:06:39 GMT -6
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Climbing over the fence, she deftly leapt over the top to the ground below. A confident smirk made its way across her features, as she adjusted her small messenger bag against her body. Another successful heist. Her second one, something that filled the young woman with pride. She was gradually getting the hang of things, finding out that she was far stealthier than her younger self may have believed. Two years had passed since she’d been kicked out of the Pryce’s home, and only a year since being taken in by the criminals she now worked for. Morgan still wasn’t used to her new living circumstances, but she was slowly learning how to adapt. Learning where she could safely travel, what kind of individual needed to be avoided at all cost lest she be stabbed in the back. Surviving was all that truly mattered. Making it through day after day, and not become some nameless corpse during the nights. Making friends wasn’t a priority, if anything it was too dangerous to do so.
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Morgan slid into an alley, where she straightened her clothes and tried to fix her hair as much as possible. With the heist done, she needed to get back into her disguise. To wear the appearance of a university student, one who was returning to her apartment after a long day of classes. When she thought her appearance was for the better, she casually moved in to blend in with the small crowd of people who still remained out on the streets so late at night. To further hide from unnecessary attention, she pulled her hood over her head – one of the best and simplest of methods she had learned for remaining unseen. She was a shadow. One with the darkness; just a small insect in a world ruled by much larger creatures.
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As her feet moved at a steady pace along the cemented path, Morgan maintained close attention to almost everything that went on around her. Every sudden movement caught her attention, each sudden sound that caught off guard caused her to turn her head in search for it. Caution was the rule of the game. She needed to be cautious, to make it back without calling too much attention to herself. Which was becoming more and more easy. The night was her friend, the shadows her partner. Without much effort she could blend in with those around her, becoming nothing more than just another face in the crowd. As far as they were all concerned she was nothing more than a student, someone who had spent her entire day studying, maybe partying it up when all seriousness was over. And it was simple. So, so easy. So far, the most effort she had needed to do was maneuver her way past a couple of drunks while avoiding their lecherous looks. No one would touch her, or be allowed to make any sudden moves against her.
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A soft mewing caught her attention, making Morgan turn her head to face the ground near her. A cardboard box was placed next to one of the shops, and within it was a small kitten. Without even thinking she approached the box, kneeling down to gaze at the creature inside. The small feline was so cute. Adorable. How anyone could abandon such a creature was incomprehensible to her. If anything made her hate her living situation, it was seeing the kitten sitting there mewing for attention. She wanted so desperately to pick it up and give it a home, but she wasn’t capable of looking after it. Though she was tempted to pick up the kitten, and carry the little guy back to the warehouse with her. Maybe someone there would be willing to take him, to give him a home. She knew some of her fellow criminals had just as soft spot for animals, as she did. Maybe one of them would have the capabilities to take care of such a small feline.
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While thinking it over, Morgan reached out with her hand to pet the cat gently. The kitten mewed softly, gently purring as he moved up to rub his small head against her hand. She remained there for several minutes, simple watching the feline and petting it, with a small smile on her face. But it didn’t take long until she was reminded of the people around her. A blur of movement caught her eye, before she noticed a wad of garbage landing in the box next to the kitty. What the fuck? There was a bin nearby. Who was so lazy they couldn’t walk right up to that, making sure their filth went where it was supposed to? Eyes narrowing into slits, she turned around to find the first person she could. Someone who was closest enough where they would have been passing by around the moment the wad of garbage had been thrown. It was difficult to tell who it was for certain in the dark, but no way in hell was she going to let such a crime go unpunished. Setting eyes on the closest figure she could see, her hand grabbed the piece of trash before she hauled it at the individual, aiming to hopefully hit their head.
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“Hey, asshole! Throw your trash in the bin, instead of almost hitting defenseless kittens!” Anger and annoyance lit her features, as she turned to face the back of the individual. They seemed to have stopped, but whether it was because of her actions or not was unclear. Morgan tried to get a better look, realizing there was something familiar in the way the person looked. Whether it was the night playing tricks on her or her anger wanting to see someone she detested, Mo could have sworn they looked similar. Almost like an ex-boyfriend. One who had hurt her badly, had stolen her innocence from her before she was ready.
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Her eyes narrowed even further, as a look of pure anger – maybe even hatred – formed on her features in an instant. “Jase, is that you!! If it is, show yourself! I want to see you disgusting face, as I send my fist at your head.” She practically growling at this point, as the intense emotions took a full hold over her. She waited to see if they would turn around, with a sneer on her face as her body crouched down protectively in front of the box containing the kitten. “Why don’t you turn around, damnit!?”
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Post by Krysta on Jul 2, 2016 23:37:54 GMT -6
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Was it possible to have a second-chance prom, if he’d never experienced one in the first place? After all, most of his schooling had been in another country, one where prom wasn’t exactly a thing. Or maybe he had been on one, only under a different name. Gray tried to think back to the formal dances that had been held back in Durmstrang. Not that he had been to many. Most of the time he’d excuse himself from attending a formal event, in favor of sneaking out onto the grounds in the hopes of exploring. Dances had offered the perfect opportunity to try to get away with sneaking off in hopes of checking out places that were often considered to be off limits. With everyone else off shaking their asses on the dancefloor, Gray was intent on uncovering some new secret around the school. Even now it was rare enough for him to head out to formal gatherings. They never really suited his personal style. He preferred spending his time outside, doing some kind of outdoor activity. Whether it was hiking, rock-climbing, Quidditch, or heading out on his next adventure in the world of cursebreaking. All of those were preferable than getting dressed up and heading to a dance. It was even worst when he didn’t have a date. At least then he’d have someone who’s company he might enjoy for the entire evening. And of course tonight was no exception. He would have to go off alone.
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He’d make do though. If there was one thing Dominic Mercer was great at – well besides Quidditch and being a bit reckless – it was making good with what was given to him. So what that he didn’t have a date? Surely there’d be other people there, single people who were also looking to have a bit of a good time. If he was lucky, he might find someone who wanted to dance with. Maybe spend some time talking and getting to know him, which might lead to more in the future. Or he’d just have a good time. And if he was meant to be alone, then he’d do whatever he could to have a good time. Besides he’d been wanting to try his hand at breakdancing for a while. Maybe tonight was the night. The moment where he could learn he had a new hidden talent, or crash and burn and look like a gigantic fool in front of hundreds of people. Whatever. He’d be sure to go out with a smile no matter what the outcome may be.
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Walking into the Prom, he tried to maintain a level of confidence in his appearance. Which wasn’t difficult, especially considering the smile he wore on his face was genuine. It wasn’t the most exciting place to be, but it wasn’t horrible. And just by looking around he could tell that if everything went smoothly he’d have no problems enjoying himself. Not to mention all proceeds were going to what seemed like a good cause. While he never saw a reason for curing lycanthropy – hell being a werewolf sounded almost awesome, minus the whole pain thing – so it was never a cause he could see himself getting behind. Still he’d toss in a donation of his own later at some point, hopefully one that was rather sizable. Even if he didn’t necessarily support it, there was no doubt some werewolves out there who felt they needed a cure. Those who were miserable with the condition, not to mention all the victims who had chosen to end their lives instead of living on as a werewolf. If a cure was found and helped make more people happy, then who was he to argue against it. The more individuals alive who enjoyed living their life, then the better the world would be. And in times where there seemed to be nothing more than war and terror, a little happiness and goodness when a long way.
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With ease his body moved across the dancefloor, narrowly avoiding bodies that came close to bumping into him. Judging by the amount of people already there, Gray could tell that he wasn’t too early. It didn’t feel too late either. Then again was it ever too late to arrive at a party? Not unless it had already ended. He stopped briefly to take in the music, taking a moment to do a get into a light rhythm while continuing to make his way through the crowd. Might as well let the music take control while he was at it. Cause damn, no way in hell was Gray ever going to be a wallflower.
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His blue eyes occasionally scanned through the sea of bodies, as his feet moved across the floor with a hint of fluidity. Not much time seemed to pass by before he caught sight of his two favorite bromies. He noticed @tiny first, followed by @liam who was standing nearby the other man. Without even thinking about it, he headed towards the two of them hoping to at least say hi to his buddies. As he approached them both, Dominic tapped each one on the shoulder in a manner of greeting. “Hey Reilly, Liam!! What’s up, dudes? Nice seeing you guys here.” Lively and full of energy, his voice remained loud enough to be heard over the music. Which was easy, considering he never felt a need to yell in order to be heard. As surprised as he was to run into his bros, it was a pleasant one. It only solidified his reasoning earlier for attending, not to mention made things even more exciting. Though it did mean any efforts to try and catch the eye of a beautiful single lady would be tossed to the side momentarily, it was worth it. Flirting could wait until he was shoved back to the dancefloor to do what he could. “Of course you can feel free to shove me away, at any moment. But I figured I’d at least stop by to say hey.” Taking advantage of the moment he took turns pulling each of his bros in for a quick hug, before being shoved to the side to go off and do his own thing.
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The night was still young, with plenty of time for him to enjoy it and have a killer time.
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Jul 3, 2016 23:53:31 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Jul 3, 2016 23:53:31 GMT -6
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Even if he wasn’t all that enthusiastic about going, Desmond hadn’t forgotten his agreement. Attending a dance, a prom of all things, was the last thing he’d ever expected himself to plan to attend. He still didn’t know what drove him to saying he’d go. @siv was good. There was no doubt about it. The day she stepped into his bar, asking him if he wanted to attend the ball; no saying things about how he needed to get out of the bar. Desmond the first few moments trying to protest, making weak explanations about how he needed to watch over the bar. How he had a business to run, and just because there was a Prom or whatever it was didn’t mean the Hog’s Head would be empty. It was rarely empty. Even if there was just one customer who stopped by, there had to be someone there to take care of them. But every argument seemed to go over his head, and through some miracle her enthusiasm wore him down. He’d agreed to go. Desmond promised he’d go to the dance, and shortly after the words left his mouth an odd sense of relief floated through him. Like his body was relieved he was taking a night off. As if deep down he knew he needed a night away from the bar, away from all the stress, and needed to try and relax and enjoy himself.
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What was the worst that could happen? He kept asking himself that while getting himself ready. Fighting with the blasted tie, while trying to tie it neatly around his neck. It was a fight that only ended with him throwing the blasted thing across his room. Who needed the bloody thing anyway? Not to mention he looked better without it. His attire was still formal, just with an air of casualness. He chose to ignore the tie lying on the ground, instead focusing on buttoning his shirt. As he was finishing up, he heard @siv arriving and calling out for him shortly after walking in. Or he assumed she had walked in, judging by the direction her voice had been coming from. “Uh… Yeah. I’m almost ready, just give me another moment to take care of one last thing.” His voice carried throughout the bar, just loud enough where she’d be able to hear him. Grabbing his jacket, he threw it on, before pulling out his cell phone to make a quick call. Just because he was headed out for the night, didn’t mean the bar had to be closed. There was certain to be some poor sap who’d rather get drunk than head to a dance, choosing to wallow in their own misery instead of trying to enjoy a night out. A fate that could have been his.
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His fingers punched in the number of his bartender, and possibly best friend Jamie, and moments later he was quickly going over the details of what he wanted the other man to do for him. Asking him to cover the bar for the night, and to not allow him back inside for the rest of the night. Better yet, Desmond more or less told Jaimie not to bother answering his calls for the rest of the night. He wouldn’t bother checking in how things were being handled, or if there was any trouble in the bar. God damn it! As difficult as it would be to fight every temptation, he would do whatever he could to not blow off the dance. Or make an excuse to leave early. He’d agreed to go, and Des had never been one to go back on his word. Once he agreed to something, he went through with it no matter what kind of trouble it got him into to.
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With that last minute business taken care of, Desmond glanced down at his phone briefly after hanging. He contemplated taking it with him, deciding against it almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind. Instead he chose to toss it onto the small bed inside the room. Not taking it would be for the best. It would distance him from further temptations to leave, or make an excuse to get out of the dance early. And if he was going to try to at least have a relaxing time, he didn’t need any distractions reminding him of his everyday life. With his mind made up, he walked out to meet Siv wondering if she had bothered to wait. Or if she’d went outside looking for him, thinking he’d made a last ditch effort to get out of going.
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“Alright, I think I’m ready to go now.” He appeared in the main room, trying not to look like he was being dragged to a dance against his will. Which he wasn’t, it just sort of felt like it okay. “So, I guess we should leave now. And I should promise not to ditch.” A coy smile spread across his face at his pathetic attempt at being a smart ass. Acting on instinct he offered to take her hand - hey he was perfectly capable of being a gentleman, even if he didn’t always act like it - while making sure he remembered where the event was held. Then moments later they were both apparating outside the building where all the dance goers were flocking to.
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His eyes glanced around the building briefly, as together they made their way inside. It was… it was something alright. Not exactly what he had imagined, but perhaps even better. Desmond had thought he was going to some attempt of someone’s to relive their school days. Throwing an adult prom and wanting to escape adult life. Instead it felt like almost every other formal event he’d been to. Music could be heard bouncing off the walls, and the decorations were far more elaborate than anything he’d seen when he was at school. Well. He supposed it was time to get this over with. Gulping down whatever anxiety had decided to rear its ugly head, he turned to face the blond woman who was the reason why he’d come. “I guess it’s time to get this over with… or see how things go…” He honestly wasn’t sure what else to say, or if he should have bothered saying anything. Whatever. His eyes watched Siv, trying to decipher whatever it was she might be thinking. Or what she wanted to do. After all, it was probably best he let her take the lead. It wasn’t like he had the faintest clue as to what to do.
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Post by Krysta on Jul 11, 2016 21:40:20 GMT -6
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As soon as Alice had heard about a school sanctioned trip to the Dominican Republic back in September, she knew she had to sign up for it. The fact that it would be during spring break made things only that much better. Sure she didn’t hate living in England, but any opportunity to travel and see some place new was intriguing. It was one of those things that would always catch her attention. Not to mention it the chance to experience a real spring break, one where she wouldn’t be holed up in her dorm studying like every other day, was too much of a temptation to ignore. Signing up had been the first step and easiest part of the whole thing. Gathering enough money she was expected to pay, not to mention keeping up with the monthly payments was where things became difficult. That alone reminded her that unlike some of the other students – those who were able to get by thanks in part to coming from wealthy and powerful families – what little wealth she held was a problem that never went away. Tuition and other expenses were difficult enough to keep up with. Between scholarships, grants, and taking on some rather questionably jobs were her only sources of a reliable income.
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…. But once she signed up for the trip, and read up more on Pilliwickle’s Spring Break Retreat – not exactly the most creative title, but good enough she supposed – Alice made the decision that she had to go. If she put in enough effort, it was perfectly within her reach to go. The only downside was that she’d probably be one of the last students to finish paying, a fact that couldn’t be allowed to diminish her enthusiasm. For the past several months, Alice dedicated an immense amount of time to training herself and competing in as many fights she could take part in. Then when she wasn’t weighed down by studying, she’d seek out Robb with offers to help him in his own business inquiries. Even if she still didn’t consider herself as part of the gang, she was able to take some sensation of pride in helping them out. Of being useful, while taking advantage of the money earned to further help pay for her educational exploits. Not to mention it gave her an excuse to visit Robb, who’s company she was always more than a little elated to be in.
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If there was one thing no one could give her shit for, it was her work ethic. Her dedication to finish a job in which she set her mind to, though unfortunately it didn’t always show itself. If she worked as hard in her classes as she did earning enough money to go on spring break, then surely her grades wouldn’t be a problem. Alice wouldn’t have to worry about just barely scraping by, about making sure she didn’t dip below to whatever standards the University expected her to hold to. She wouldn’t’ have to worry about her parents constantly hounding her about getting her shit together. She wasn’t lazy as fuck, or a major disappointment to everyone around her. Her problem was in an utter difficultly to focus. If her mind didn’t draw interest in something right way, it would wander off to think of other things. More exciting activities, ones that held her attention more than some menial task. Or felt more important to complete.
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Alice had indeed managed to scrape by enough money to join everyone on the trip. Even if she was one of the last ones to make her payments, the dark haired girl wasn’t any less excited to be there than anyone else. It had partially been her idea to spend their first night in the Dominican Republic enjoying the nightlife. Finding a club or two, and simply living it up before settling down at the hotel. She still wasn’t entirely certain who she’d be stuck rooming with for the past week, but that didn’t matter at this point in time. What did matter was kicking back, and dancing her little ass off.
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Maneuvering through bodies already gathered around the floor, Alice wasted no time heading straight to the bar as her first stop. Don’t be mistaken, she was definitely planning on heading to the dancefloor, but first she required a little bit of hydration. Some alcohol to fuel her, further energizing her enthusiasm towards the night. She pulled up to the bar, dark eyes immediately scanning the menu while she took a seat in one of the stools along the counter. So many choices, but which to choose. Eyes glinting as one beverage in particular stood out to her, Alice motioned for the bartender over to her ready to make her order know. “Long Island Ice Tea, please?” A mischievous smile crossed her features, as she turned to find a few familiar faces moving to join her at the bar. “I’m feelin’ it. I’m ready to kick back and have a killer time!” And she was. Spring break had officially begun, and it was going to be well worth it. Even if her fellow students chose not to hang with her, Alice would make damn sure she enjoyed her time.
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Ileria held quite the reputation throughout the galaxy. The place that housed those deemed to be the worst criminals, as well as those who sought to rebel against the Earthen Empire. The penal colony alone was intimidating. Damon had only been working as a guard for little over three weeks. Not that he would have, if he’d had any choice. After being caught in an intimate moment with a wanted rebel, his loyalty had been put to question. Being forced to watch his girlfriend, Hannah, murdered in cold blood for being part of a rebellion had been torturous enough. It was true he hadn’t known at the time. There was no way he could have, but still… Hannah had been everything to him once. The most important woman in the galaxy in his eyes. Whether she was a rebel or loyal to a corrupt government mattered not. The relationship had been real; the connection they had shared was real. When the time came for his own judgment, Damon was offered a choice. Go to Ileria and serve as a guard, or be dragged off to slave away on Mars. Where he’d spend the rest of his days mining for whatever the fuck it was there, facing terrible conditions, where he’d probably die in a few months’ time. The choice was rather easy. He’d go to Ileria. Not out of loyalty, but to get away. And maybe by working there, he’d be able to make some difference even if minimal. It felt like the right decision. Almost like it was what Hannah would have wanted him to do.
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Damon entered one of the hallways, trying not to look too nervous as he passed by the other guards and prisoners. So far, it had been mostly quiet. No trouble from anyone, or at least not from anyone who had been sent there against their will. Most of the prisoners were quiet, minding their own business and just dreaming of the day they might be release. Sure there was the occasional fight breaking out. Or a series of death threats and attacks being committed by one of the angrier individuals. That was a rarity though. Instead it was his fellow guards he had to watch out for. Those who were steadfastly loyal to the Empire, who decided to mess with the rebels as much as they could get away with. Every time he walked in on someone beating another prisoner, or threatening to torture them in unimaginable ways, Damon’s stomach dropped a little. It was disgusting. When those who were supposed to be protectors were the cruel, savage ones. Well, it made Damon question whether the rebels had been right all along.
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Turning around a corner, Damon paused briefly as he spotted one of the other guards dragging someone out of their cell. It was… an unfair fight. A big brute dragging someone who wasn’t even armed out where everyone could see. He looked over the man’s features, briefly. Douglas. If he was remembering correctly, that was what the other guard’s name was.
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“Spit in my face again, ya little fucker and I won’t just be throwing you against the wall.” And as the brute was yelling, the victim was being slammed against the wall. “Or maybe…” A twisted grin spread across his face. “Maybe I should just take you into the dark room. You know that fun place, where we can do whatever we want.”
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Slap. Damon flinched as Douglas backhanded the prisoner across the face, for no apparent reason. Or perhaps it was meant to be a word of warning, a message saying not to go against the bastard. Before another move could be made, Damon launched himself between the prisoner and the big, burly guard. Enough was enough, and if he had to watch anymore no doubt he would lose his lunch. That and be wracked with guilt that he didn’t do anything. “Back the fuck off, Douglas!!” Damon shouted, turning an angry gaze toward the other man. “What the hell is wrong with you anyway? None of these people have done anything to be treated so… so horribly. And even if they had done something, none of them deserve this.”
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At his words Douglas just glared at him, looking furious to say the least. Or maybe that was putting things lightly. The other man looked like he wanted to strangle Damon right there and now. But then through the glares, he still managed to begin a laughing. A cold, cruel laughter that would sent chills down Damon’s spine. “What’s this? You a sympathizer?” Douglas cocked an eyebrow, while grinning sadistically in his direction. “Oh I’ll be looking forward to reporting this. And then before you know it, it’ll be you who’s getting thrown against the wall.” With that last statement the brutish guard stalked off, presumably to look for more trouble for him to start.
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Glancing over toward the prisoner, eyes filled with kindness and an apology, he checked to make sure they were alright. “Sorry about that. You okay?” Honestly, Damon had wanted to punch the brute so bad. Wanted to hurt him, and toss him in the cell of his victim while they ran off to freedom. But Damon didn’t. Couldn’t find the strength, or perhaps it wasn’t time. “I’ll try to get myself reassigned to this sector. If only…” Damon lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck, suddenly feeling anxious yet wanting to help. “If only to keep guys like him away from you guys. I just hope someone will listen to me.” That was the real problem. In a prison run by officials of the Earthen Empire, it was impossible to say if he’d be able to convince anyone. He was just a small dog compared to everyone else. A complete rookie. But he had time, plenty of time to think of a strategy to make his case. And if no one listened to him, he’d help those who needed it as much as he could.
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